Kate Wolf Like A River
LIKE A RIVER
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IT'S HIGH ON A MOUNTAIN THE WARM WINDS ARE BLOWING
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AND WHERE THE WINDS ARE BLOWING TO, THERE AIN'T NO WAY
OF KNOWING.
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THE MOUNTAIN GRASS IS SHORT, IT'S DRY AND CLOSE TO
BURNING.
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CRYING OUT FOR WATER AS THE SEASON'S TURNING.
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THE SWEET SMELL OF THE PINES, THE TALL WESTERN CEDAR
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DRIFTING ON THE WIND THROUGH THE MOUNTAINS LIKE A
RIVER.
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I'VE BEEN TOO LONG AWAY FROM THIS WILD OPEN SKY
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ON THE CONCRETE TRAILS THAT WIND THROUGH THE CANYONS
DARK AND WIDE
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WITH THE SOUNDS OF PEOPLE TALKING IN WORDS OF BLUE AND
GREY
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SMELLS OF DOORS AND WINDOWS CLOSED AGAINST THE DAY
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THE SWEET SMELL OF THE PINES, THE TALL WESTERN CEDAR
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DRIFTING ON THE WIND THROUGH THE MOUNTAINS LIKE A
RIVER.
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NOW THE DUST LIES THICK AND HEAVY WHERE MY FEET ARE
FALLING
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THERE'S NOTHING BUT THE SOUND OF THE JAYBIRDS CALLING
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MY MIND GROWS DRY AND THIRSTY AS THE MEMORIES LINGER
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DRIFTING ON THE WIND THROUGH THE MOUNTAINS LIKE A RIVER
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THE SWEET SMELL OF THE PINES, THE TALL WESTERN CEDAR
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DRIFTING ON THE WIND THROUGH THE MOUNTAINS LIKE A
RIVER.
